"Why wouldn't you show up?!" Harper's head snapped up quicker then lightening. "It's a friendly co-worker drink. There isn't any reason for me to chicken out, and there is no reason for you to not show up."

[i]You're terrible at lying Harper.[/i]

"What happened was a very long time ago, I'm not his type - and I really have nothing else to say on the matter." Naturally, she couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with Jordan for fear of laughing. "Perhaps I should wear my yoga pants, huh?" A more playful expression crossed her features, and it was clear that she was just goofing around. 

"He'll bring James anyway. If you don't show up, that's an awkward number."

Unfortunately, the conversation was disturbed. Joel. It was Joel. Always bloody Joel.

"Harper, a word - please." The tone was less than civil, and Harper wasn't too inclined to give him what he wanted.. 

[b]"Sorry Joel, I'm a bit busy."[/b] 

"No you aren't. [b]You're just being a bitch."[/b] He delivered the final part rather quietly. Joel was a grade A example of a spoilt Mummies boy. The word no wasn't in his vocabulary. 

Harper sighed, and ran her index finger along the bridge of her nose. In all truth, she felt defeated by this whole break up. Sure she was still goofy, rule loving Harper. Didn't give much away.. Carried on like a trooper, but she was pretty on the edge of it all. 

"What do you want? I'm trying to do my job."